Tuesday, June 19, 2012

I had been looking forward to getting back into the
mountains for a trail race since Hellgate of last year. There is nothing as
humbling as the ocean until you experience the mountains, and doing ultras
ensures you will see a lot! Piling into Roberts van along with Jodie and Jose,
I was excited to head West.

We drove all through the night and by dawn we were already
spotting antelope here and there among the vast rolling hills of Wyoming. Every
gas station stop there were cowboy hats and shot glasses for sale, and signs
for local rodeos all over. We stopped to eat breakfast at a place called
Donna’s where I got to witness this rancher pull out his .380 up on request of
the table of people next to us, and promptly show off the laser sighting on the
nearby wall- much to the glee of the little girl who was filling her face with
pancakes…ah, the Wild West.

Sheridan is a pretty neat little mountain town. With the
Bighorns looming in the distance, mountain adventures are close by and there
are some neat cafes in town. The one we found online was called Lulu’s, and it
had plenty of organic eats and a coffee bar- nice place to frequent!

The remainder of the day was filled with me working on
homework, which I so joyously got to bring along, and the others relaxing while
sounds of a nearby train filled the mountain air. (Coal train, which we found out,
loved to blast its horn multiple times a day, and night. Thank God the window
didn’t close all the way otherwise I would have missed this haunting wail
numerous times)

On Friday it was all about Robert, and he seemed relaxed and
ready to go! We went with him to the pre-race briefing, where it was nice to
hear about the trail and where all the fresh water for drinking was (we found
out later that some of these marked ‘pipes’ coming out of the ground were
considered unmanned aid stations and those are what he was referring to) this
place would also be the finish, so of course I was already envisioning myself
staggering over the line…there was a good sized creek right nearby, perfect for
rinsing off and soaking legs afterwards! (duly noted)

When it was time to see Robert off we went to the 100 mi
start, and got a little taste of the scenic views to come…this place was just
awesome. Jodie got some good pics with her nicer camera as my phone could not
do the place justice…

With Roberts race underway we realized we were next and the
rest of the day was spent pondering that realization, oh and me joyously
working on my homework, thankful that there was internet so I could submit it
before the race the following day. Last thing I wanted to do was to worry about
my sociology essays for 50 miles…

Saturday morning came and we were up at 2:35 am. Awesome
time to be awake, because you realize that you are heading into the mountains
and all day you are going to be exploring new trails! We were all pumped and
ready to go. We had to get on buses at the high school in Dayton, and then had
about an 90 minute or so bus ride up the mountain. With the sky starting to
lighten, it was awesome being able to see the surrounding mountainside, and in
between ear pops we scanned the hills for elk…

Just about to Porcupine I spotted about 12 or so elk on the
side of a hill grazing- that was pretty neat. Of course the people sitting
across from us tried to see but they were on the wrong side of the bus for this
so they missed it. It pays to know where to sit, or just get lucky like I did.
This was now the land of snow and sage, and the temps were dropping. We got up around
8500’ to the Ranger Station and then unloaded. This was the start, and it was
cold! It was strange to see snow, and frosted roofs and grass. It felt like
Wisconsin in a way, except for the thin oxygen part. I didn’t really notice
this much until we started running and gaining elevation to around 9000’ or so,
where I could tell I was losing my breath frequently and having to slow it
down. This was fine, since there were snow banks to maneuver and post hole
through anyway and muddied creeks to cross. (Many shoes tried to bail out of
the race at these creek crossings, good thing mine are trained to stay put)

Single track into the woods and the mountain exploration
began…I kept a pretty decent pace going, walking most of the uphills and just
trying to focus on good form and relaxed running. The miles went by like the
clouds, mostly unnoticed and seamless. The aid stations were like little
encampments set up in the woods, with horses tied nearby and fires crackling.
They were hard to leave, but there was more to see! And miles to go! I met
people from all over, and many times had to stop and just take it all in. There
were meadows covered in sagebrush and wildflowers, and thick forests of pines
and rock. Raging rivers and little mountain streams. By mile 34 I was still
feeling good, and felt fortunate to be out there soaking it all in. A few miles
after this I was making my way through a sagebrush meadow by myself when I saw
a rather large dark colored animal ahead...”What the hell is that?” I thought
and then it raised its head from where it had apparently been feeding and I saw
that it was a MOOSE! The first moose I had ever seen in the wild! I would have
loved to see the look on my face, perhaps something of a mix of ecstatic joy
and pure terror? I looked for a way around, since he was standing RIGHT on the
trail. Nothing but sage brush covering hidden rattlesnakes I presumed…and nowhere
to take cover in the event of a sudden charge. Hmmm…pretty tired to play tag
with the moose so I decided to just make some noises so he was aware of me
being there (wouldn’t want to startle the ol’ boy) so I made some noises by
clearing my throat loudly at which he perked right up and started staring. I
wondered then if those noises had resembled the sounds of a challenge??? More
feelings of uneasiness as the stare-down continued…My camera! I got my camera
out and started taking some pics while I wondered how long this was gonna
take…finally a hundred miler came up behind me. “Oh great…” he said. “ Well at
least it’s not a female with calves, they get pretty aggressive”… he was from
Colorado, where this is a little more common. Upon seeing my reinforcements
arrive the moose wandered a bit off the trail finally (bout 20’), and we edged
past talking soothing words like “We’re just going by now, take it easy now…”
then once I figured he was cool with us I took off.

The remainder of the race was spent with me reliving the
moose encounter in my head and how cool that was to see. Coming up on the last
mountainside descent I saw a guy that had been trailing me for awhile gaining
on me slowly…I figured time to gain some ground so I just ignored my screaming
quads and just pounded down the mountain…my next mile was a 8:02 and I passed
everybody I came across on the way down. Felt great until the bottom and the
trail flattened out…6.25 more miles to go on trashed legs! Run walk Run was the
recipe to get me to the finish. Coming out on the road there was only 3 miles
to go, all pea-gravel road. Some of the caring neighbors had hoses laid out
front that you could spray yourself as you went by! So COOL! Huge thanks to
them!

I managed to keep my spot those last 3 miles, averaging 13
minute miles and just keeping forward progress…upon entering the park I made
one last surge and had a strong finish with a time of 11:48. Was given the
finisher vest and headed straight to that cold creek – HEAVEN! I washed up and
Robert found me, carrying his chair and all smiles. I was glad to hear his race
went well…We plopped down and waited for the others at the finish line.

I asked Sean Meissner during our Hellgate trip last year
what the most scenic race he had ever done was and he had told me Bighorn. If I
were asked that same question, I would have the same answer. This is an amazing
race held in a beautiful part of the country. You get a chance, get out there
and do it. TOUGH course, but worth it all…

2015 Superior 50 mile training

6/13/15: 9 miles at Lapham Peak. Again after a rain, felt better, stronger. Good burst at the end. 1:34

7/18/2015: 4.5 miles on HWY 32 by Lake Michigan7/19/2015: Black loop @ LP. First run with my brother! Felt pretty good, although I can tell I am not acclimated to the heat at all right now lol. He did fantastic! So happy

2014 Races Completed

Chippewa Moraine 50k - April

Northern Kettle 50k-March

Superior 50 mile - September

2013 Races Completed

Architecture school has taken over my life...I am striving to find balance between the demands of school and the rigors of training for ultras...for now I have been only running when I can and have not committed to any races for 2013.****UPDATE: Chippewa 50k in April is a GO! Excited to be training again in the Southern Kettle Moraine. Life is good :)